All through my formal education, both in high school and college, I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to get one hundred in everything. And I came close to it. Not all the time. One occasion, for example, I remember in freshman math at college. I thought I was pretty good in math, I never made less than one hundred. And when the grades came out the first semester, I had an 80, and I was nearly shocked. So I decided I would go and see the professor, who was a brilliant mathematician too. And there were only about ten or 15 in that class, so when I went to see him to complain about it, more to ask him, you know, what did I do wrong, and so on. He said, “I don’t know why you are complaining. You are the only one that passed.”